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Riding with the Juke Joint Kings
There was a lonely stone mason chipping on a block of stone,
Put out an ad ‘Grumpy drummer seeks blues band, please telephone’
Now he’s beatin’ on the skins, and he’s smilin’ everywhere he goes.
‘Cos when your riding with the Juke Joint Kings,
You can forget about everything,
Forget your worries for another day,
‘cos tonight we’re all here to play,
Clap you hands or shout and sing,
Because you’re riding with the Juke Joint Kings
There was a hot train driver, driving folks from town to town,
Picked up a cool harp player, soon they were Chicago Bound,
Now they’re riding all the tracks, wearing smiles instead of frowns.
‘Cos when your riding with the Juke Joint Kings,
You can forget about everything,
Forget your worries for another day,
‘cos tonight we’re all here to play,
Clap you hands or shout and sing,
Because you’re riding with the Juke Joint Kings
There was a man and wife watching life just pass them by,
Said ‘if we don’t get out, we’re gonna ride this rut until we die’,
So they joined a blues band, now they’re always on a high.
‘Cos when your riding with the Juke Joint Kings,
You can forget about everything,
Forget your worries for another day,
‘cos tonight we’re all here to play,
Clap you hands or shout and sing,
Because you’re riding with the Juke Joint Kings
STOP THAT TRAIN!
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Some People
03:30
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Some People
Some people, say we shouldn’t play the blues,
Some people, say you shouldn’t play the blues
We had our share of trouble;
I know we’ve paid our dues.
When I was just a little boy,
I didn’t understand,
I saw my father on the corner,
With a suitcase in his hand;
The blues stole my childhood,
And I became a man
Some People
Some people, say we shouldn’t play the blues,
Some people, say you shouldn’t play the blues
We had our share of trouble;
I know we’ve paid our dues.
Working in the stoneyard;
body’s aching every day,
Got babies of my own to feed,
I got my bills to pay,
But I’ve been walking with the blues so long,
I don’t know no other way
Some people, say we shouldn’t play the blues,
Some people, say you shouldn’t play the blues
We had our share of trouble;
We got nothing left to lose.
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3. |
Baby Don't Go
07:23
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Baby Don’t Go
Baby don’t go
Baby don’t go
Baby don’t go
Baby don’t go
I beggin’ for the life of me,
Honey why’d’you take that knife to me
Baby don’t go
Baby don’t go
We could learn to live together, before it’s too late
Baby don’t leave
Baby don’t leave
Baby don’t leave
Baby don’t leave
I beggin’ an I’m pleadin’ dear,
Don’t you leave me bleedin’ here
Baby don’t leave,
Baby don’t leave,
We could learn to live together, before it’s too late
Baby come back
Baby come back
Baby come back
Baby come back
I promise I will change my ways,
I’d like to see another day
Baby come back,
Hey woman come back
We can still learn to live together, before it’s too late
Lord don’t you go,
Lord don’t you go,
Lord don’t you go,
Lord don’t you go,
I’m beggin’ for forgiveness now,
I know I don’t deserve it anyhow,
Lord don’t you go,
Please Lord don’t you go,
We couldn’t learn to live together, and now it’s too late.
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Big Mouthed Dog
03:38
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Big Mouthed Dog
Now we’ve been friends a long time
Since we were little kids,
You’ve got the dirt on me
And I know the things you did;
But lately something’s changed
And things just ain’t the same.
My phone calls go unanswered,
(and) I don’t think you’re to blame.
It started when you brought it home,
And just keeps getting worse;
When I call for you, I swear,
I hear the front door curse.
You’d better get that dog under control,
If you know what’s good for all our souls,
You’d better get that dog under control,
Tell it; wind your neck in, shut your hole.
Now, we go way on back,
But I’m tired of been barked at; (you better)
Get your stupid, ugly, big-mouthed dog under control.
I’m not saying I’m an angel,
But I’m not Satan too,
You can’t keep blaming me,
For the stupid stuff we do,
We ain’t little kids,
Men need to make amends;
Apologising to folks, don’t mean you have to be best friends.
There is no need, for no-one else,
To say what’s on our mind.
It’s just respect for you, that stopped me kicking it’s behind.
Been barking at my mother,
And growling at my wife,
It bared its teeth at grandma’s house,
That kind of thing ain’t nice.
Don’t seem to have no class,
Got the manners of a hog,
You need to make a call,
Loose kith and kin,
Or train that dog.
You’d better get that dog under control,
If you know what’s good for all our souls,
You’d better get that dog under control,
Tell it; wind your neck in, shut your hole.
Now, we go way on back,
But I’m tired of been barked at; (you better)
Get your stupid, ugly, big-mouthed dog under control.
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5. |
Boilerman Blues
06:08
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Boilerman Blues
He’s the Boilerman,
Sparks are gonna fly,
He’s the boilerman,
Sparks are gonna fly.
If you wanna get real hot,
Just give him a try.
If your pressure keeps on building,
And you feel it’s all too much
If your pressure keeps on building,
And you feel it’s all too much
He can help you let off steam,
He’s got the magic touch.
He’s the Boilerman,
Sparks are gonna fly,
He’s the boilerman,
Sparks are gonna fly.
If you wanna get real hot,
Just give him a try
His baby she’s so icy,
No matter what he do
His baby she’s so icy,
No matter what he do
She won’t let him turn the heat up,
And it’s making him so blue.
He’s the Boilerman,
Sparks are gonna fly,
He’s the boilerman,
Sparks are gonna fly.
If you wanna get real hot,
Just give him a try.
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6. |
Jerkin My Love Around
03:10
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Jerking my love Around
You build me up
You slap me down
Why you always doggin’ me around?
Well babe I don’t know what to do,
Can’t you see that I love you?
You lead me on like I’m some kind of hound,
Well baby, lately I have found, you’re only jerkin’ my love around
I treat you nice,
You know I’m keen,
The way you make me look, it’s so obscene,
You got me wearing out the floor,
Pacing here at your back door,
Hey let me in, stop treating me so mean,
Yeah baby, lately I have found you’re only jerkin’ my love around
Well if you think,
That I’m your fool,
Ain’t gonna let you take me back to school,
I’m tired of Fifty Shades of Grey,
I want some colour in my day,
I think I know what I am gonna do,
And baby soon you will have found, you ain’t jerkin’ my love around.
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7. |
End of the Line Part 1
02:15
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End of the Line Part 2
11:42
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End of the Line
Well my mother did her best to bring me up right,
Before I climbed aboard that train;
Your father will be waiting at the end of the line,
Just you be good on the way.
Well I set me down, and I looked around,
And the folks was the homely kind,
‘long comes a man, ticket gun in hand;
Calling ‘tickets for the end of the line?!’
We’re all riding on that train; riding to the end of the line.
I raised my hand, and said “I think I am”,
And his smile was plain to see;
(Said) “That ain’t your seat, get up on your feet (boy),
Now just you come with me.”
Well that next carriage was all full of liquor,
He said “drink ‘til you’ve had your fill”;
(and) Though I knew I mustn’t, I surely couldn’t,
Stop drinking ‘til I felt ill.
(whoo) I was riding on that train; I had a ticket to the end of the line
I staggered through from carriage three from two,
Full of ladies saying they’d be my friend;
Stopped calling my honey, when they’d spent my money,
And the train when around the bend.
(well) the man with the ticket gun came back,
and he led me through the door.
Sat me down at a poker table,
Said “You’ll be a winner here for sure!”
Yeah, I was riding on that train; riding to the end of the line.
Well I said “Hey mista, I spent my money”,
He said “don’t worry son;
You can borrow mine, if you sign this line.
Pay me back when you have won”
Well my mother’s words, they came back to me,
And I fled to the holy kind;
Hid me under a coat from that snake eyed goat,
Punching tickets for the end of the line.
(you can run but you can’t hide)
“You’re riding on my train; (you ain’t fooling no one boy) you got a ticket to the end of the line!”
They got off at the station, some town called Salvation,
So I thought I’d take a lookee-see;
I called my father about the things I’d one,
And he said that he’d forgiven me.
From that day then to this day now,
I decided I would walk the line.
But every now and then that train comes by,
Shouting “tickets for the end of the line?!”
“You can ride upon my train; ride to the end of the line”
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Juke Joint Kings Hull, UK
THE MUSIC WE BORROW AND ATTEMPT TO EMULATE WOULD NOT EXIST WITHOUT BLACK CULTURE
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